The Nirvana Wind was fierce, not only capable of shredding the bodies of ordinary cultivators but also striking directly at the soul.
Only the disciples of the Heavenly Puppet Sect, naturally endowed with strong spiritual power, could survive. Otherwise, even with the protection of Treasure Puppets, they would undoubtedly die in the face of the Nirvana Wind.
"Fellow Daoist Jiang, the Nirvana Wind is no small matter. Allow me to take you to the Inner Sect to report. You are a guest; how could we allow you to face such danger?"
The moment Jiang Shu finished speaking, Deacon Wang's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly interjected, "Moreover, if word of this gets out, your Peak Master will surely think our Heavenly Puppet Sect has been inhospitable. Please, Fellow Daoist Jiang, calm your anger and grant this old one some face."
